The Permanent Stain

Its a chemical imbalance in your brain  

The move you can't erase, its not a gift you can exchange 

The price you must pay for being realistic and creative

Believe it   is the  indellible mark, the birth of nation, the death of the arts 

A fucking semantic, whose prone to panic, a pledge to the manics 

A permanent stain,  my mind is quiet and my heart is dark  

I do not wish for anyone or anything, the plague has come, I'm tired of gathering around waiting for Noah to buid his ark  

I stay to myself, I show everything from the naked eye 

Every living thing is so real and true, and God to think  he created all of this in hindsight  

His love is magnifcent,  I just wish I was a child with an adulterated mind so I be carefree

Running from the bullies, and the chains and the whips, and the father and the mothers that bruised me till I bled.  

I feel nothing I'm disconnected, I want to reminisce all the good things he gave  

But somehow my mind is inattentive to how I feel in inside 

My thirst, my hunger even emanciated and not yet emancipated I take this guilty plea 

I am the perpretrator the cause of my individual suffering 

I do this to myself sometimes I can let go and I let my pain subside 

I blame myself for everything there is and I want a resolution  

I mean I do but I don't I'm a walking contradiction, a manic depression full of convictions 

and sometimes I care just too much 

Why do I care so much  

I wish I lived in Black mecca because I'm searching for God in his existence 

The Devil  a bright student but who is the teacher 

Temptation of trees, the apple was fine cause he treated Eve 

And God gave us pain, the Son of the song so we could get off but not for so long 

So long, how so long must this world this suffer 

I just don't how I can muster

Use some compassion, the world in humanity is fleeting its passing 

Look her grave, can they can get saved 

It's a shame, I'm not ashamed, ashes turn to ashes and 

they were the butterfly who was never allowed once to grow 

Whose to show, no one God could judge 

No one  could just give her a hand